Thinking of what lies ahead 
Making real all the tales you have read.
Your days out here are not alone.
Now you have a place to call 
Your home.
As every snow [bad word] to rest, 
Each day will end in sunset.
I know that your days will be cold 
Before we fade as all of us 
Grow old.
 
Brand new footprints on this land, 
Touching colors with your hands.

We look upon this new frontier 
With mountains far and rivers near.
The wilderness your playground.
Now we rest with all our safety far.

Brand new footprints on this land,
Touching colors with your hands.